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If pain for peace prepares
Lo, what “Augustan” years
Our feet await!
If springs from winter rise,
Can the Anemones
Be reckoned up?
If night stands fast-then noon
To gird us for the sun,
What gaze!
When from a thousand skies
On our developed eyes
Noons blaze!
If Pain For Peace Prepares
Emily Dickinson
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Poem topics: night, pain, peace, sun, winter, rise, fast, gaze, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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